Up close, despite the missing bits and the restoration, she is truly magnificent, lovely from every angle and, for me, more moving than most sculpture.
If you’ve read my Florence entries, you know how much I love certain Italian painters. One of my favorites is Botticelli. I don’t recall seeing frescoes from him, but I in the Louvre I was lucky enough to get to study two of them. Both are clearly incompletely but nonetheless beautiful.
I know next to nothing about Paris Bordone, but after seeing this beautiful portrait, I want to see more of his work.
Any time you start to think you’re smart and feel like you might be getting too big for your britches, no matter you are, think about Da Vinci, and get humble. I sure do.
The day ending, on the bridge to Notre Dame from Ile Saint-Louis, a strange man chanted and invoked odd magicks in the service of odd art from recycled materials—and in the hopes of gathering a few coins from passersby.